Come Hither.

Quit your day job.


I am driving myself crazy. No time for pretty words. I have turned my lack of routine, into a routine itself.

Bloody Marys. Pastel lounge chairs. Rock pool exploring. Baggy T-shirt. Sandy brown hair. Surfer flirting. Malibu dreaming. Bicycle riding. Oversized sunglasses. Whispering secrets. Blaring your music. Short skirts and moccasins. Tan skin and lotion. Coyote hunting. Lying by the poolside. Big open windows. Hamptons vacations. Chic flick marathons. Long hippy dresses. Late night skinny dipping. Freedom.


I've come five hundred miles, just to see a halo.


You make my dopamine levels go all silly.